Anastasia

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Dear Friends,

We only have a 9 more days of May. Let’s take Full Advantage of Celebrating Pleasuring Ourselves.

Now we all know why Anastasia has not posted any material…

May is International Masturbation Month

Good Vibrations began celebrating National Masturbation Month in 1995! Earlier that year, then-Surgeon General Dr. Joycelyn Elders was fired for saying that masturbation should be discussed as part of young peoples’ sex education. We were astounded. It was one of the most sensible things we’d ever heard a government official say — and it cost Elders her job! We started National Masturbation Month — now International Masturbation Month with people celebrating across the globe! — to raise awareness and to highlight the importance of masturbation for nearly everyone: it’s safe, it’s healthy, it’s free, it’s pleasurable and it helps people get to know their bodies and their sexual responses. Of all the kinds of sex people can have, masturbation is the most universal and important, yet few people talk about it freely — worse, many people still feel it is “second best” or problematic in some way. Masturbation Month lets us emphasize how great it is: it’s natural, common and fun!

Why May?

Because “the merry, merry month of May” has long been seen as symbolizing sexual awakening. Also, because “May” and “masturbation” both start with “M” — it’s nice and alliterative.

History of the Masturbation Taboo

Almost everyone masturbates, but all too few of us are willing to admit to enjoying this simple pleasure — mostly because of the taboo against masturbation in our society, which has its roots in historical misconceptions that have survived to the present day. Concerns about masturbation tend to fall into two general categories: that masturbation is dangerously wasteful or that it’s immature. The notion that masturbation is wasteful springs from the widespread misconception that men have a finite allotment of sperm and that every ejaculation depletes precious semen, resulting in exhaustion and weakness. Although women don’t produce semen, it was once believed that masturbation was similarly destructive and debilitating to them. The belief that masturbation is such a dangerous drain on energy that it can lead to enfeeblement, illness and ultimately insanity was so persistent in 18th, 19th and even 20th century Europe and America that treatments for preventing masturbation became something of an obsession.

Turn-of-the-century magazines featured advertisements for penile rings which were spiked on the inside so that if the wearer experienced an erection during the course of the night, he’d wake from the pain. Bondage belts, restraints, straitjackets, cauterizing irons and even clitoridectomy (the surgical excision of the clitoris) were all methods used to prevent young women from masturbating. American health reformers of the 19th century preached, as in these words from John Kellogg, that masturbation was “the vilest, the basest and the most degrading act that a human being can commit.”

Although most men and women today are aware that masturbation isn’t a “degrading act,” many are still constrained by the notion that it’s a selfish, immature activity or a second-rate substitute for partner sex. We live in a society in which sexual expression has always been legislated and restricted and the pursuit of pure pleasure is frequently condemned as selfish and childish. A lot of people who consider themselves free of sexual hang-ups have simply rewritten the equation “sex is only good if it involves procreation” to “sex is only good if it involves two loving people.” The fact that masturbation is a pleasurable end in itself gets short shrift in mainstream sex manuals, which focus on masturbation as a useful tool in the building of a better sex life with one’s partner. While it’s certainly true that masturbation provides valuable information about your own and your partners’ sexual responses, masturbation is much more than a means to the exalted end of better partner sex. Masturbation is our first sexual activity, a natural source of pleasure that’s available to us throughout our lives, and a unique form of creative self-expression. Each time you masturbate, you’re celebrating your sexuality and your innate capacity for pleasure, so give yourself a hand!

Masturbation Today

While giving yourself pleasure may seem as natural as taking a breath, masturbation is by no means a widely accepted form of sexual activity. Today, in many parts of the world (including the U.S.) children are punished if they are caught masturbating, which can affect their sexuality for the rest of their lives. Adults in cultures across the globe are presented with heterosexual marriage as the only acceptable form of sexual expression. Masturbation is not honored as an important form of safer sex, much less as a way a person can love herself, learn about himself, or exercise, as one wonderful Chinese euphemism puts it, “self-comfort.”

Masturbation can be a radical act, and the culture that suppresses masturbation may suppress many other personal freedoms as well. While celebrating Masturbation Month and doing your part to bring self-love out of the closet, keep in mind that erotic freedom is essential to true well-being, everywhere.

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Explicit Sexual Words & Themes

Getting Ready For Bed

After I finished the bidet. I stepped into the shower with Ian. He moved back from under the shower head to let the water rain on me. We lovingly washed each other. I finished showering and stepped out, while Ian stayed in. Wrapped one towel around my head in a turban, and grabbed another from the towel warmer to dry off. I slid each foot into my red classic marabou slippers. Walked in front of the full length mirror, viewing my curvaceous figure from all angles, while I applied moisturizer. I removed my silk robe from the satin hanger. Raised my arms as it floated upon me, tied the belt around my waist. Then walked into our bedroom.

As I lit each candle I recited an Incantation of Love and Protection. First the Yellow pillar candle positioned East representing Air. Then the Red candle designated South represented Fire. Next the Blue candle positioned West representing Water, then the Green candle positioned North representing Earth.

The lighting of candles manifested as an invitation for those…The Unseen.

I stood in front of the armoire opened the cabinet doors right side first, then left. Pulled out the first drawer and grabbed a few goodies then pushed it back. Turned around and placed them on the bed. Turned back facing the armoire opened the second drawer. Then grabbed another few items, placed those on the bed. Faced the armoire, pushed in the drawer then closed the cabinets.

I walked to the kitchen. Placed water in a small Pyrex container heated in the microwave. Then opened the cabinet to the right of the sink, reached for a tall glass. Faced the fridge, set my glass under the dispenser pressed the crushed ice button on the door. The ice dropped through the chute filling my glass. I opened the fridge and grabbed a bottled water from the lower shelf, shut the door. Poured the water into the ice chilled glass and grabbed the heated water and walked back to our bedroom.

I placed the body oil in the heated water on my nightstand. Accompanied with water base lube, and items I retrieved from our armoire. I fluffed the pillows and pulled the top sheet and comforter back to the bottom of our bed.

I turned on, and set the vaporizer. Opened the humidor and took out some grass. I peered towards the bathroom, saw Ian standing naked against the sink. The vaporizer reached temperature. I placed the grass in the chamber.

“Honey, whatcha up too?”

“Shaving, Sweetheart I’ll be done in a minute.”

“Okay. the vaporizer is ready.”

As I waited for Ian to finish, I grabbed my vacuum pump from my nightstand drawer. I placed the iPod in the dock, turned on the stereo and set the tone to a Native American music mix.

Walked over and sat on the love seat in our bedroom. I placed the clear cylinder over my raised pink nub, and pressed the lever of the vacuum pump. I exerted a moderate amount of suction. It drew my Rose Bud out from under the hood, extending it out the length of a fingertip. (Aahhh it felt so fucking good)

Ian walked towards the love seat, and sat closely to me. We, individually placed the mouth piece up to our lips and drew the vapors that emitted from the unit. Ian slowly turned his head scanning the bedroom.

“I see you have been a busy Beaver Sweetheart.” He said with a wicked grin and a twinkle in his eye.

“Sweetheart, would you please hand me my drink.” I stood up slowly, with the vacuum pump in hand. Walked to the dresser where Ian had placed his drink, retrieved his glass and walked back to our love seat, and slowly sat down. We repositioned facing each other. We were moderately high, Ian sipped on his drink. Our eyes fixed deeply. Our unspoken words created intense feelings that filled the air with lust and desire.

I’m his Yin, he is my Yang. True Soul Mates bought together by the Universe. In unison our bodies leaned forward. Our deep gaze never broke, mouths parted, lips pressed softly with intent. Ian extended his moistened tongue against mine. The taste of the single malt scotch awakened my senses. I wanted more, without directly drinking. I licked inside his mouth, ran my tongue along his lips and, the corners of his mouth soaking up all I could. I slowly leaned back, retreated from our passionate kiss.

Sheer excitement, and the combination of pumping increased my clit to twice its size. I pressed the release lever from the pump, removed the clear cylinder from my now erect pudendum. My Yoni now wet and wanting.

“Sweetheart lets get comfy on the bed.” He intoned.

Ian stood up extended his left hand, our fingers interlaced as I stood up. Ian approached the edge of the bed. I stood behind him, gently pushed him. He landed face down. I reached for the warmed oil, tilted the warm bottle allowing it to drip down Ian’s back. I positioned myself on his firm, well-defined ass. I massaged his broad muscular shoulders, whilst I rubbed my wetness against his smooth soft skin.

I maneuvered my way down his back reaching his ass. “Honey, spread your legs.” I insisted.

I spread his cheeks apart, leaned down licking his tight channel opening.

I dripped the warm oil on his puckered starfish. Enough that it ran down his gooch on the bed. I placed my left index and middle fingers between his legs against his taint. Moving them slowly upward on his rinctum and downward to his cojones. I touched him ever so gently. Ian let out an “Aaahhh.” I dripped more warm oil over his sphincter, and my two fingers. As they danced upon him. He raised his pelvis upward, I knew he wanted more. My two fingers slowly entered his tight channel, as they moved inward feeling his warm folds. “Uugghhh” Ian grunted. I pulled my fingers back slowly as the warm folds rubbed against my fingers. Waiting momentarily I teased him with much delight. I continued to stroke him deeper feeling him relax and tighten with each stroke. With my right hand I caressed his hueveos, as I continued to stroke him picking up the pace. His O-Ring opened, like a flower in bloom.

The flames of the candles danced rhythmically. I could feel the Unseen as they floated and zigzagged all around us. I visualized them taking their seats in the arena above our bed. Positioned on my knees with my ass upward I felt my twat being lightly touched. My pelvis began to twitch. Ian still laying pronoun. The Unseen started to join in and play.

“Honey, turn around and move up to the head of the bed.” I moaned.

Ian moved up to the head of the bed, his head rested on the fluffed pillow. His Lingham stood upright twitching to his heart beat. My mouth salivated, I desperately wanted to wrap my lips around his full wide head as it glistened. Licking and sucking his shaft down to his mons. I wanted him deep down my throat.

“Be patient, in due time. I said to my self.”

I laid on my right side against Ian, with my left knee bent and my foot flat on the bed. My lotus open, wet and wanting. My breathing began to quicken, as I felt the faintest squeeze on my nipples. I opened my eyes, Ian was encased in swirling colors of golds and yellows.

The Unseen were playing with us. They entered through a portal via our mirror.

For tonight I wanted Ian to reach a plane of ecstasy he hadn’t allowed himself to attain due to mind chatter.

I positioned myself on top of Ian. Held him tightly against my aching body, his erect schwantz pressed against my stomach. I ran my fingers feverishly through his hair. Licked, kissed and nibbled his right earlobe down to his neck, where I moved my head to the other side as I licked, kissed, and nibbled his left ear. I couldn’t get enough of him. I opened my eyes as our naked bodies embraced. I began to twitch and quiver as I felt the vibrations and energies pass through our bodies.

With my left hand I spread Ian’s right leg, and left leg with my right hand. My pelvis pressed firmly against him, I began to thrust, and twitch. I felt as though I had a cock. It was obvious I had a hitch hiker and welcomed him. I could feel the head penetrate Ian, and the sides rub against him back and forth. I could see what wasn’t there.

“Aaahhh Honey can you feel me penetrate you?”

“Yessss Sweetheart I can.”

“I think someone has hitched on me.”

I thrusted Ian swiftly and deep, as my breath quickened with every stroke. I had to stop to catch my breath. Our mutual heightened state of arousal was another calling card for the Unseen to join in as they pleased.

After thrusting Ian, I couldn’t take much more. I licked and sucked his left erect nipple, as I pulled the right nipple. “Aahhh I love how you do that to me.” fell out from his lips.

Careful not to touch Ian’s erect member. I positioned myself between his legs. I started by kissing his inner thigh then nuzzled my face between the crease of his leg kissing and licking until I reached his mons. Encircling the area with my tongue and just a small area up and down the shaft of his erect spear that was now leaking nectar.

Then to the other inner thigh reaching his gooch, and asshole . Oh how he enjoyed having me lick his puckered star.

As much as I enjoyed playing him like a Guarneri Cello. I took his thick pulsating phallus in my hand. Nibbled the head and underneath licking and catching my tongue bar. Then took him down my throat for as long as I could hold my breath. I could feel the wave of pleasure continually wash over him. I knew he was close to cumming.

Ian sat up grabbed each shoulders with his hands, pushed me supine on the bed. My cunt wet and ached for him. I spread my legs outward bending my knees up to my chest. Ian positioned between my legs, kneeling. His head pushed against the wet folds as he entered my tight snatch. His thick girth filled my wet poonanie.

He knew the exact angle and force of thrust that would send me into another dimension.

I felt my nipples being squeezed and pulled the sensation was exhilarating. It wasn’t by Ian. It was the Unseen this was a welcomed practice. Intangible sounds poured from my lips.

I felt and sensed Ian was getting close to cumming. I knew we would not be sharing this Orgasm together, I bucked and thrusted my hips until he could take no more. He grunted in succession as he spasmed in sheer ecstasy.

After the spasm of bliss slowly subsided. Ian dismounted from me. I continued to twitch and quiver. He positioned himself between my legs. He licked and lapped my erect clit as I began to quiver. He then inserted his 2 fingers into my pulsating pussy while he licked and swirled his tongue all around my clit. He sipped on me as if he was drinking a fine scotch. Wave after wave of bliss completely took over my mind, body, and soul. Visions of Chiaki entered my thoughts.

As I orgasmed warm cum poured out of me. Ian did not stop, as the first orgasm leveled out another was building. Shrieks of ecstasy escaped my lips. He removed his fingers and inserted my glass dildo. Ian placed the vibrator on my clit while he licked me, then inserted and stroked my cunt. Swirling his tongue all over my throbbing rose bud as I reached my second orgasm. I screamed out in bliss. As my second orgasm leveled off, Ian moved up and kissed me gently as I lick my sweet nectar from his face. We held each other as my hips continued to twitch as I shared my energy with him. We were happy, and content, as we fell asleep holding each other.